Is it quite rare for me to travel abroad without keeping a diary I can rely upon later on when I'm writing a blog post serie. And yet, that did somehow happened with Iceland so it doesn't really matter whether I'm penning this two or sixteen months upon my return. However, there has been one very particular day, extending into the following two, which took me the remainder of our stay to relate in a tiny notebook leaving me no time for anything else really, a sort of a time bubble which I dubbed ‘The Lakagígar Situation’ after the Pulp Fiction movie post-Marvin sequence. The turning point between July and August has traditionally been an odd moment here, I even had a poupéegirl outfit for it, mind you. That year, the iconic 31th began in the icelandic bush, in a well-named refuge, under a setting sun we should never have witnessed as this time of the year it occurs in the middle of the night.

It's been a mere week that my current area of residency has been under temperatures worthy of an icelandic heatwave. I mean, autumn has come. This post is packed to the brim with photos, yet it only covers but a day of our trip. That's the spirit, Iceland!

Since the trip to Peru I became obsessed with photo filters that reproduce the feel of authentic analog films, but since I now travel with an analog camera in its own right, I guess I can just post them simultaneously, both series blending perfectly. Well, maybe not so well, considering the film I used that time was really, really old. But some of them turned out to be good stuff, despite the high rate of failed ones.